T.S. Satyan

My people are not the rich and the famous. They are the simple, ordinary folk. They do not hit the headlines, yet my people are people who matter.  They were there when I picked up the camera six decades ago, and they have been there every time I have gone back to capture  the interesting moments in their lives. In giving me privileged access at every step of my career as a photo journalist - even in their moments of despair or drudgery - they have never let me forget that photography is at once both an exquisite art-form  and a means of communication. And that to lose sight of one aspect is to lose sight of both.
Call it intimate intrusions, but it is these simple, ordinary people who dominate my oeuvre. Through a tiny aperture they allowed me to freeze-frame the cycle of life: birth, growth and death. In between, they showed me babies being born, babies being bathed, babies being suckled. They have let me in when children  were learning, children were playing. They have allowed me to peep at adults at work, at worship, at recreation and adults  at their everyday chores. And they have let me do so on the road, at the well, beside rivers, in crowds and in solitude. In the  process, by making their private life public, they have enabled me to discover the extraordinary in the everyday.